Morning fellow troopers,
Yesterday’s game was a great game of football. We played very well throughout the game and look assured with our play. Bolton had a new manager in Owen Coyle, but their style was the same as before his arrival, with Bolton severely dirty. I do like Owen Coyle and his philosophy of good football – it’s got him to where he is now, and he’s done tremendously well with Burnley. Bolton have historically been known for their over physical style and whether or not Coyle has had time to imprint his style, the players at the club have the nature in their persona.
Cesc returned to the starting line up yesterday and it was a welcomed return. Arsene continued his policy of blooding the youth and gave Craig Eastmond a start in the holding midfield position. Rosicky was also restored to the line up in the absence of Nasri – whom Arsene has confirmed has a hamstring injury and will be out for three weeks.
Sagna – Gallas – Vermaelen – Traore
Eastmond – Diaby
Rosicky – Cesc – Arshavin
The game itself showed us a few things – one, that Traore is not ready for the Premier League. The left back has had a lot of playing time with the absences of both Clichy and Gibbs but he has been getting worse and worse with every game. Albeit he didn’t have too much protection, but he makes so many mistakes, it doesn’t bode well. With Clichy and Gibbs both returning – well, Clichy did return today – Traore may be on the way out this summer. His loan to Portsmouth is testimony to the judgement that Arsene had that perhaps he wouldn’t make it – the return of Clichy never more welcomed than right now.
Point two, we have a very good little player in Craig Eastmond – he played roughly an hour and did well, breaking up play, being positionally apt and he also nearly scored his first goal of the season on his debut. Point three, I may be wrong about Fran Merida – he didn’t look too bad today and the control and the finish for his goal was superb.
Cesc got onto the scoresheet again and that’s his 13th of the season. He was all over the pitch and his dribbling,